3 acessos
Clouds glaring back in tumid silence as the doomsday horns crucify our earth
Modern day pied piper missionary mosquitoes, spread their communicable disease
Leading a nation of zombie slaves, millennia old cultures raped into homogeny
Damned into the implied necessity of salvations serenity
Marching toward the cultivated oblivion of the Christian pipe dream
Inventing our own emergency brake messiahs to save ourselves from the bigoted hells we are creating
Paving the way for our lecherous evangelist middleman healers to market their acquisitive acts of god
A populace indoctrination of tainted purity for lucrative tithing,
For pre-paid pardons from molestation legalities
Mother Mary, filled with contradiction
Birther of lies, procreator of amoebic cultural demise,
Begat the false messiah of the spiritual whores
Cellists in the symphony of apocalyptic plagues disguised as salvation
Our destined manifestation sung by every cross poised to be burned to the ground
A timeless superstition folds as the smoke rolls toward the empty skies
A genuflection to end the Christ-bearing pestilence
Another wasted prayer to the omnisciently deafened heavens
With a resonating silence in reply
Pluck the seraph from the sky, smash their wings, watch them die
Asphyxiated with the stench of the verity silenced by the blood-soaked oppression or the gold-trimmed pages